When the reformed Intergalactic Dating Agency notifies Astoria Wellington of a 91.3% match, she isn't surprised… she works for the IDA's Earth Liaison Office and knows better than anyone how the algorithm works. What she isn't prepared for is Azyr of the Veyathi arriving on her doorstep in Portland, Oregon, with a Survey Corps scanner and absolutely no experience of being somewhere long enough to matter.
He came to Earth to meet his match. He expected a week, and Astoria's pilot program, her herb garden, the way she argues on behalf of strangers at midnight are systematically dismantling everything he thought he knew about the appeal of the horizon.
She knows what a match means. She knows he will eventually ask her to leave everything she built. What she doesn't know is what she'll say. Neither does he, but he is beginning to understand that for the first time in thirty years, he wants to find out.
Zoey tosses made up characters with real damage into off the wall humor to shove reality away in her dark humor romances. In addition to writing, she listens to eclectic music, practices Krav Maga, and takes on home improvement projects just for the fun of it.
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